who’d picked up fossils, amenites,
and stuffed them in a backpack as his plunder
on a superstellar mission
to grant his rocks a sharper blow
and let them out, whack them
from their cage into his light and space.
It would be very good for them;
to rest within his cabinet of freedom.
Resting in freedom is good. Very good. Thx. I feel there is no distance of thousands of miles when I read your poems. Strangest thing.
ReplyDeleteMartin Luther would love your poem. I writing my sermon for this First Friday of the Month. My CEO loves Martin Luther King. I like both Luther's. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful in its simplicity, John. Your poetry is inspirational. I love the part, "grant his rocks a sharper blow/and let them out, whack them/
ReplyDeletefrom their cage into his light and space." I look forward to reading more! Happy Sunday! :)
Nice poem, thanks, although nice is a problem compliment... Have you seen book The Map that changed the World? About first geology map of England. Fascinating.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed -- enjoying
ReplyDeleteyour nine sermonic,
harmonic lines . . .